Disclaimer: All I own is the plot and Professor Ileana Sarris.
A/N: I only got 1 review for my last chapter but still, I'm very thankful for that.
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"Welcome to Defense Against the Dark Arts," Professor Sarris announced flamboyantly as she stood in front of the class Tuesday afternoon, "I must say I am pleased to see such fine fifth year Slytherins, I expect you're all bright and eager to learn."
She turned toward her desk and picked up a stack of papers, "Our first order of business; filling out these forms." She began to pass them out to each student, "The purpose of these are so I can learn about each one of you as people. The line between student and person is a thin one and unfortunately not a lot of educators dare to cross it." She sighed, sinking into her chair, "Please begin."
Pansy looked at her paper, a list of questions. 'Alright,' she thought, 'easy enough.' Pansy dipped her quill in ink, 'Full name? Pansy Helena Parkinson.' She glanced around self-consciously, but upon noticing Professor Sarris' eyes boring into her she began again with new resolve, 'Date of birth? October 13th 1980. Parent's full names? Iago Lucifer Parkinson and Pelagia Rosalind Parkinson.'
Seconds turned into minutes and before Pansy knew it she was on the last question, 'Prospected occupation?' Oh, dear. She didn't know, she just wanted to be married. 'Not applicable,' she scribbled down quickly. Professor Sarris stood up,
"Has anyone not completely finished?" she asked. Seeing that everyone was finished she smiled, "Good. Leave your papers on your desks. I'll see you next week."
As they walked out of the classroom they all began to speak about their impressions of the previous class. Pansy came up behind Draco who was talking to Crabbe and Goyle in the hallway,
"I was a bit disappointed, of course but I'm sure next week we'll actually do something," he said rather loudly.
"Draco?" she tapped him lightly on the shoulder, he turned around, looking at her with contempt,
"Yes?" he asked coldly. She lowered her voice,
"Can I talk to you, please?"
"I'm busy," he answered simply.
"With what? We don't have any classes." He rolled his eyes,
"I was actually in the middle of a conversation," he replied haughtily. Pansy turned to Crabbe and Goyle,
"Dear me, you look hungry, boys!" The boys grunted, nodding; they were always hungry, "Well, then, shoo, go get some food! Go on now!" They both grinned, running off in search of food. Pansy turned back to Draco who appeared to be trying very hard not to laugh but Pansy's innocent face got the best of him and he burst out laughing,
"You are something else, Parkinson." Pansy smiled,
"Still busy?" she asked coyly. Draco looked around hurriedly to see if anyone was watching, satisfied that no one was, he grabbed her wrist and began running down the corridor,
"Alright, let's go, then," he shouted over his shoulder. Pansy had to run very fast to keep up with him. When they finally reached the end of the corridor, Draco turned, running down the stairs, out the door and onto the grounds. Now that they were no longer in the castle, he slowed his pace down to a jog.
"Stop," Pansy sighed, bending over to catch her breath, "I can't breathe." Draco grinned,
"Sorry," he said, "Sometimes my ideas have the tendency to run away with me."
"Literally," Pansy replied, having caught her breath. Draco slapped his forehead,
"A pun. Just what I needed. A pun." He rolled his eyes. Pansy couldn't help but giggle at his sense of sarcastic timing.
"So, where are we going," she asked.
"We're just taking a walk."
Pansy exhaled, "I wanted to talk to you. Let's sit," she said motioning to a stone bench. Draco nodded, seating himself carefully.
"So, you wanted to talk. Talk," he said, gesturing plaintively.
"What's going on with you, Draco?"
"What do you mean?"
"Why are you doing this? This Death Eater thing? Why?"
"It's just what I'm meant to do, Pans." He spoke as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, "You have things you're meant to do, don't you?" Pansy looked down in her lap,
"I-I thought I did," she said softly. Draco nodded.
"Why does it matter to you anyway?" Draco questioned.
"Why does it matter?! You're asking for my help...you-you scared me."
"When?" he asked, his brow furrowed.
"Last night. You really freaked Blaise out too." Draco didn't say anything for a long time.
"What are you meant to do, Pans?" he asked finally. Pansy suddenly pretended to be very interested in her skirt. "Well?" he pressed.
"I-," she swallowed hard, "I just thought I was meant to be married."
"That's all?" he asked. She nodded,
"Well, yeah, I mean let's face it, I'm not all that smart so...I just figured being married was all I was meant to do," she said simply. Draco shook his head,
"I don't think so," he whispered. Pansy just shrugged.
"What time is it?" she asked. Draco pulled out a pocket watch from his cloak,
"Oh. We better go back to the common room and wash up for dinner now."
"Alright."
He got up from the bench and held out his hand, to help her up. She took it and stood up but once she was up and they began walking back to the castle he didn't let go of her hand.
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A/N: I just realized I made Draco a composite of JK Rowling's version and a few of the guys I know personally. LOL.
A/N: I only got 1 review for my last chapter but still, I'm very thankful for that.
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"Welcome to Defense Against the Dark Arts," Professor Sarris announced flamboyantly as she stood in front of the class Tuesday afternoon, "I must say I am pleased to see such fine fifth year Slytherins, I expect you're all bright and eager to learn."
She turned toward her desk and picked up a stack of papers, "Our first order of business; filling out these forms." She began to pass them out to each student, "The purpose of these are so I can learn about each one of you as people. The line between student and person is a thin one and unfortunately not a lot of educators dare to cross it." She sighed, sinking into her chair, "Please begin."
Pansy looked at her paper, a list of questions. 'Alright,' she thought, 'easy enough.' Pansy dipped her quill in ink, 'Full name? Pansy Helena Parkinson.' She glanced around self-consciously, but upon noticing Professor Sarris' eyes boring into her she began again with new resolve, 'Date of birth? October 13th 1980. Parent's full names? Iago Lucifer Parkinson and Pelagia Rosalind Parkinson.'
Seconds turned into minutes and before Pansy knew it she was on the last question, 'Prospected occupation?' Oh, dear. She didn't know, she just wanted to be married. 'Not applicable,' she scribbled down quickly. Professor Sarris stood up,
"Has anyone not completely finished?" she asked. Seeing that everyone was finished she smiled, "Good. Leave your papers on your desks. I'll see you next week."
As they walked out of the classroom they all began to speak about their impressions of the previous class. Pansy came up behind Draco who was talking to Crabbe and Goyle in the hallway,
"I was a bit disappointed, of course but I'm sure next week we'll actually do something," he said rather loudly.
"Draco?" she tapped him lightly on the shoulder, he turned around, looking at her with contempt,
"Yes?" he asked coldly. She lowered her voice,
"Can I talk to you, please?"
"I'm busy," he answered simply.
"With what? We don't have any classes." He rolled his eyes,
"I was actually in the middle of a conversation," he replied haughtily. Pansy turned to Crabbe and Goyle,
"Dear me, you look hungry, boys!" The boys grunted, nodding; they were always hungry, "Well, then, shoo, go get some food! Go on now!" They both grinned, running off in search of food. Pansy turned back to Draco who appeared to be trying very hard not to laugh but Pansy's innocent face got the best of him and he burst out laughing,
"You are something else, Parkinson." Pansy smiled,
"Still busy?" she asked coyly. Draco looked around hurriedly to see if anyone was watching, satisfied that no one was, he grabbed her wrist and began running down the corridor,
"Alright, let's go, then," he shouted over his shoulder. Pansy had to run very fast to keep up with him. When they finally reached the end of the corridor, Draco turned, running down the stairs, out the door and onto the grounds. Now that they were no longer in the castle, he slowed his pace down to a jog.
"Stop," Pansy sighed, bending over to catch her breath, "I can't breathe." Draco grinned,
"Sorry," he said, "Sometimes my ideas have the tendency to run away with me."
"Literally," Pansy replied, having caught her breath. Draco slapped his forehead,
"A pun. Just what I needed. A pun." He rolled his eyes. Pansy couldn't help but giggle at his sense of sarcastic timing.
"So, where are we going," she asked.
"We're just taking a walk."
Pansy exhaled, "I wanted to talk to you. Let's sit," she said motioning to a stone bench. Draco nodded, seating himself carefully.
"So, you wanted to talk. Talk," he said, gesturing plaintively.
"What's going on with you, Draco?"
"What do you mean?"
"Why are you doing this? This Death Eater thing? Why?"
"It's just what I'm meant to do, Pans." He spoke as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, "You have things you're meant to do, don't you?" Pansy looked down in her lap,
"I-I thought I did," she said softly. Draco nodded.
"Why does it matter to you anyway?" Draco questioned.
"Why does it matter?! You're asking for my help...you-you scared me."
"When?" he asked, his brow furrowed.
"Last night. You really freaked Blaise out too." Draco didn't say anything for a long time.
"What are you meant to do, Pans?" he asked finally. Pansy suddenly pretended to be very interested in her skirt. "Well?" he pressed.
"I-," she swallowed hard, "I just thought I was meant to be married."
"That's all?" he asked. She nodded,
"Well, yeah, I mean let's face it, I'm not all that smart so...I just figured being married was all I was meant to do," she said simply. Draco shook his head,
"I don't think so," he whispered. Pansy just shrugged.
"What time is it?" she asked. Draco pulled out a pocket watch from his cloak,
"Oh. We better go back to the common room and wash up for dinner now."
"Alright."
He got up from the bench and held out his hand, to help her up. She took it and stood up but once she was up and they began walking back to the castle he didn't let go of her hand.
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A/N: I just realized I made Draco a composite of JK Rowling's version and a few of the guys I know personally. LOL.